Looking at the license plate number, Wang Feng and his group immediately ran over.

"Bureau Zhao!"

After a moment, the car door opened.

Zhao Ji'an, wearing pajamas, jogged all the way.

When he saw Zhang Fan, he also breathed a long sigh of relief.

But at the next moment, an extremely miserable sound sounded.

"Uncle Zhao, help me." He Jiarong shouted.

"Huh?" Zhao Ji'an's eyes flashed.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Ji'an asked.

Hearing this, He Jiarong's tears flowed down.

He staggered towards Zhao Ji'an: "Uncle Zhao, I was beaten."

"Ah, who hit you?" Zhao Ji'an was also a little surprised.

Hearing these concerned words, He Jiarong cried even harder.

Liu Ruoxue, on the other hand, looked even more aggrieved: "Brother Zhao, we were beaten, and then we called Tao Li over, but your men arrested us. You have to make the decision for me."

???

Just when Zhao Ji'an was confused, Zhang Fan slowly said: "It's me!"

At the same time, Liu Ruoxue's face turned ferocious: "Brother Zhao, that's him!"

He Jiarong also cried: "Uncle Zhao, you have to make the decision for me."

Zhao Ji'an, who had been stunned for a moment, suddenly came to his senses.

The next moment, his face quickly turned cold.
Chapter completed!